The Warm Home
Season 3 Chapter 7

A few weeks later........

Raka and her grandfather's relationship is increasingly tenuous. They are not as close as usual. Talk soberly, say hello only occasionally if there is a need. But, Raka who felt guilty for doing everything she wanted tried to fix everything even though it was difficult.

Behind his hard heart, there was a feeling of compassion as well. He doesn't like this tension. Her heart was tight when her grandfather silenced her. George actually did not have the heart to see his grandson who always tried to get his forgiveness But, the disappointment in his heart was huge.

The search for Raphael, he carried out without saying anything to Raka. There have been many people he sent to City M to investigate the entire city and bring home the long-haired boy.

Jose's? The waiter was enjoying his days in the basement because he was unwilling to answer the reason why he poisoned his granddaughter. He only resigned when dragged into the dark room by one of George's bodyguards.

Raka... The boy became very quiet. He doesn't even respond when spoken to. The faithful Nicholas accompanied him, expelled. He really wants to be alone. Under his eyes there are dark circles indicating that he lacks rest.

He did everything himself, just like he did in the early days of living in the mansion. Even more sadly, there was a scar wound on his thin hand. Every day, the wound grows and is only treated carelessly. His condition was really chaotic and worrisome.

Grace and Edward were also hard to get close to. Raka always avoids if he runs into them.

One day in the morning...

Raka enters the dining room to enjoy breakfast with her grandfather and foster parents. He looked lethargic because he couldn't sleep last night. His eyes swelled and his nose was red, all night he cried.

George tried to stay calm and enjoy breakfast even though the atmosphere in the room was quiet and uncomfortable. His heart felt sore to see his grandson's condition worsening. His body was thin despite eating him regularly every day.

Grace had noticed the expression on the face of her uninspired foster child. He felt, this was an opportunity to comfort Raka by inviting her to play with Lucy, her pet cat. Because every day, the boy just went back and forth to the room and the kitchen.

"Raka, Lucy misses you." Grace said suddenly. The boy was silent as he chewed his food. His mind was chaotic, his sight was empty. He daydreamed.

"RAKA." George's voice echoed throughout the dining room. Raka who was initially daydreaming, so realized. He looked at his grandfather with a dazed expression.

"L-yes." she replied. Then he looked at Edward who saw him this time. Edward smiled faintly.

"You have to take care of yourself. Take a vacation in the kitchen. Play and calm yourself."

"Haha. Aye." Yeah." Follow him with a forced smile.

"Your mom wants you to play with Lucy again." Said Edward again. Raka looked at the smiling Grace and nodded towards her. The boy thought for a moment.

"Ooh! Lucy! Yeah, I almost forgot about it." Raka hurriedly finished her meal after that, she parted out leaving those who noticed her strange gurgle.

"Uncle, have there been no updates on..."

"Of course." Not yet finished Grace asked about Raphael's search, George immediately replied nonchalantly.

Edward stroked his wife's hand to calm her down. Grace understood, she continued eating even though her heart was agitated.

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"Lucy." Raka screamed in search of the adorable animal.

Meow..... Meow.....

The cat seemed to have memorized the boy's voice. He still remembered Raka's voice despite not playing with him for a long time. From the direction of the park, he ran over to Raka and,

Hap!

Raka caught him and hugged him. "I missed you! It's been a long time since we've played." Said fat. He walks into the park with Lucy in his arms.

"Come on... The young master will not throw you out. Stay here." There was the sound of Nicholas talking to someone.

"Even though he won't throw me out, I won't see him! I don't like it."

Raka hurriedly approached the source of the voice and...

"You who?"raka asked a little girl who seemed to be the same age as him. Who wants to get out of the park. That girl is pretty. Her eyes were brown, her hair was jet black and her skin was not too white. Her clothes are simple.

After Raka noticed it, she nodded as if knowing something.

"You son.... Sumiati, the waiter in charge of the kitchen?" Ask while walking closer. The girl walked backwards with her legs slightly shaking. Still staring at the boy.

"Yes! Why the hell?"

"just making sure. Please continue playing." Said Raka who was still standing watching him while stroking her cute cat.

The girl was silent, her body stiff. He hesitated, out of the park or not. Actually, he still wants to play there. There were a lot of flowers that caught his attention.

"Why don't you like me? Do you think I'll kick you out?" Tanya Raka investigated.

"Not like you. I just don't like your mean talk!" Keto.

"The soft talk is not necessarily good. Don't judge people by the way they speak!" His voice slightly raised. The girl was not afraid she was getting closer.

"Mother-word" had just started talking, Raka cut him off

"When do you want to depend on your mother?!" Nicholas panic. The atmosphere began to heat up, the look on Raka's face already showed an angry expression.

"You-you mean?" The girl started to squeak. He could see flashes of anger from the young master's face.

"Don't depend on human life or you'll regret it! Remember that." After that, Raka passed by, walking towards the fountain while still stroking the cat that was still at home in her arms.

"No one wants to be friends with him!" Said the girl in a high tone. Raka suddenly laughed. But, it doesn't sound funny. His voice sounded strange, horrible.

The boy, who had turned his back on them, turned his body and walked towards the girl. Nicholas who was holding him fell down because Raka pushed him strong.

"Unique! You're unique. Haha! Your name??" Raka asked as she walked closer and closer.

"Naura! Young master, I'll fall if I keep going backwards." Said the little girl with a scared expression.

"Aah!" Raka pushed him a little, he sat down with a face of astonishment.

"The chair? Since when.....?" His inner. Raka also sat in front of him with Lucy sleeping on his lap.

Raka did not answer. Nicholas came to bring him a teapot, two cups and setoples of strawberry jam cakes.

"Please enjoy." He said he thrust the glass jar at the little girl who was staring at the wonder of the people before her.

"You don't like me but, peek often. Ahhaha!"

Hearing that, the face of the girl named Naura, reddened. She's ashamed. Didn't expect that his peeping was discovered.

"I... I didn't mean to do anything bad. Just wondering how the young master made those delicious pastries." He said softly while closing his eyes.

"I know you're a good boy. If you want to know, just tell me directly and there's no need to peek like that! I feel uncomfortable. It feels staked." Keto. The boy likes to talk out loud.

Naura fell silent while squeezing her hands, the proffered cake had not been touched at all. Seeing that, Raka felt annoyed. He put down his cup

"Hey! I'm taking you for tea but, you don't appreciate my invitation. Hmh! Why would Nicholas put a teacup in front of you?!"

The girl flinched. In front of him is already available as sophisticated as cold tea.

"sorry. After all, it's your fault for scaring me from before. So..."

Raka left him. Even Lucy he gave to Nicholas. The plan to relax is void.

Grep's!

Raka was surprised because the girl held him by holding his hand.

"What's wrong?! There stay! Don't make me hurt you!" But, the girl kept looking at him. There was no fear on his face.

"Your hands hurt a lot. Come on, come with me inside I'll treat. Look at! This part of the wound hasn't been treated."

Nicholas smiled at the words from the girl's mouth. But, his heart did not calm down when he saw the horrifying expression of his master.

"I don't need your help! Go then! Don't let my patience run out!" His hands are clenched strong. He tried not to hurt her. Although the character is hard, but Raka never hurt women.

Prok! Prok!

Suddenly, there was the sound of applause from someone approaching them who initially looked at each other. Naura subconsciously squeezed Raka's hand. The boy who was originally angry, was now astonished.

He looked up and noticed who was coming. A boy whose body is taller than his and his age is above him.

Her eyes are blue, her hair is a little wavy and dark brown, her skin is ivory white. Her clothes look very nice and luxurious.

The boy stood near the flower tree, folded his hands on his chest and looked at them with a faint smile.

"Son and son of a servant. Ahahaha! Very suitable. I'm sorry, I've been interrupting your time at work." His speech was disdainful while paying attention to Raka's disheveled appearance.

"Have you finished cleaning the park? Look at! There is still rubbish there. Quickly clean! I want to enjoy a glass of juice here." He said again in an annoying-sounding tone, while pointing towards the dry leaves that had not been swept away.

Raka was not angry, he laughed horribly and walked leisurely towards the taller boy. Then jump and.....

Cracks!

Raka broke the tree branch. Those in the park were shocked. The reason, the branch of the tree is very difficult to be broken by a boy like him but easily, Raka who turned 7 years old, with her small body can do it. The arrogant boy was also surprised but he harbored it.

"Ooh! So this is the guy. The body is big! Fill his brains, ZERO!" Reply with a sniffle.

"Children s**lan! No use!! You don't deserve to be that way with me. You should have been more aware of why-"

Buahgh! Bugh!

With a tightly clenched hand, Raka punched her face followed by a fist in the heart. The boy fell down, crying for help.

His childhood memories are recalled. When Alan (his son Lynn, his grandmother) berates him and humiliates him. In the past, he was so small and weak that he could not fight back.

As time went on, Raka who felt herself already strong, secretly learned how to fight and train her body muscles. Especially his hands and feet.

"Aarrrgh! Uhuk! It hurts! Mothers... Help me to hiks.!" The boy cried until he rolled over on the grass while holding onto the sick part of his body. He was crying in pain.

"I want to know who the parents of this spoiled child are." Said Raka while sitting casually beside her.

"Come on.... Shouts even louder. Oh yeah!" Raka looked to the right and left looking for someone.

"Naura! Don't hide. This spoiled child won't hurt you." Raka called out to the little girl hiding behind the bushes. He came out of hiding and approached Raka.

"Did he ever hurt you? When you saw it earlier, you squeezed my hand and your face was a little pale like a frightened person." Naura nodded.

"Then, while still living in Mr. Edward's house and Mrs Grace's house, she pulled my hair because I didn't want to lend her a toy. I loaned him once but, he broke it and won't replace it." Naura said while looking at him stupefiedly.

The boy had been holding back the pain in his heart. The blow from Raka's skinny hand was no joke.

Raka nodded with a thin smile.

"Want once it feels like slapping once again his arrogant face. Haha!"

"Young master, we better get in. Don't do more. Later Mr. George scolds you again." Naura tugged Raka's hand to get away from the place but, the stubborn boy was reluctant to get out of his seat.

"Just wait until your Mom comes to hug her. If you're scared, just go in there. Let me here watch the... B*J*NGN this"

The little girl goosebumps looking at Raka's expression. He immediately ran in and squeezed his hand.

Before long, a woman came running over to the sick boy. "HM? His mother?"batin Raka noticed his appearance. He stood up and stepped back

"Neill! Jesus, son!"

His eyes were fixed on the smiling Raka.

"You!"